Here is a tree attached to San Ignacio Island. I think that’s the west side of San Juan Bautista in the background, and farther back, the mountainous spine of Prince of Wales Island.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Arthur and I went out fishing today. Wayne didn’t come along – he’s actually more of a river fisherman and I think maybe Wayne was burned out on dealing with Arthur and me and the tension on the boat that arises due to Arthur getting upset that I can’t read his mind but I’m nevertheless supposed to be effective as second-in-command.
But we have our rhythms, I guess. And we finally caught some fish. Maybe because finally it has been raining a bit, and finally the fish decided to taste the shores.
Here is a view of where the fish were, south side of San Ignacio – to the right, from here, is the open sea, but it’s a ways down. There were broad swells but it wasn’t too windy.
Here is a view of Sunnahae – the mountain that towers over Craig – on the way back.
Arthur and Wayne failed to catch fish up at the north end of the island, where they’d gone off to yesterday. So they came back early. I guess the fishing season just isn’t going well, this year. Wayne said some people were catching fish, but using a brute force “snagging” method that is illegal in most parts of North America, but which is allowed in libertarian Alaska. It made him uncomfortable. He remarked that fishing like that in British Columbia – his home – that method would land you in jail.
So they came back. We were sitting in the upstairs living room area after dinner, and I looked up out the front door window and saw a bear in the driveway. I went out and managed a low-quality photo of it as it ambled toward the water cistern.
A tree from the archives – the tree is next to a statue of 손병희 [Son Byeong Hui], a famous Korean independence activist. I took the picture in 2009, in downtown Seoul.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Another difficult day. Sometimes I feel as if Arthur spends half of his time cussing at his frustration with whatever current shortcoming he’s struggling with, and the other half of his time telling me in what way I’m screwing up. And so it goes.
A tree can be seen, reflected in the water at lowish tide, as we prepared to go out fishing in the boat. Arthur didn’t tell Wayne or me about his intentions – we noticed he had the motor running on the boat and was ready to go.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
Today was a stressful day. It involved going out with two older men in a boat fishing, but neither of those men listen to me or each other. Everyone giving instruction, no one receiving instruction. Well – it was “too many cooks in the kitchen,” but involving navigating a boat in rain and fairly strong winds.
I saw this tree by the pond on a short walk, later.
A red-leafed plant:
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Wayne, Arthur, and I went out fishing today. It was the longest fishing excursion I’ve been on with Arthur – we left early and got back well after 3 pm. Arthur normally does a half-day excursion, so this was a long day. We could tell he was exhausted.
Arthur managed to catch one king salmon. We were at Ulitka Bay, on the northwest tip of Noyes Island.
There were a lot of boats there: you can see them in this picture.
Here is the fish.
Here is the view from where the fish was caught.
We also got two other smaller fish, sea bass I think. When we got back, we prepared to cut them up. Arthur was grumpy despite having caught a fish, I think because he was tired.
Later, we cooked some of the salmon and ate it.
The rest of the fish was vacuum-packed and put in the freezer.
This tree is more sideways than your average tree. That’s because Richard knocked it down with his excavator.
I believe that Richard opposes trees as a matter of principle. In this way, he is a true Alaskan. But things happen, right? I had given him permission to knock the tree down – it was in the way of some work he’s doing leveling the spot where a future house might go on Lot 73.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
…This here blog, now with more dumptruck than ever before.
I have been working with Richard while he installs the drain field for the new septic system. I spend a lot of time moving sand and gravel around in a big pit he made with his excavator. I also have developed some small degree of competency with connecting lengths of PVC pipe. Richard drives his dumptruck to fetch more gravel and returns.
Here is progress on the drainfield. It is now buried.
There is a neighbor down the road named Joe. He has been very helpful and friendly with Arthur at various times, and they have gone fishing together in the past. We had given him a standing invitation to come out fishing with us sometime, and finally he did yesterday. We went out early (departing before 7), and we had some luck at Port Estrella, southwest of here. We didn’t catch halibut, and the salmon remain nonexistant (probably due to drought), but we found a lot of bottom fish – rock fish and such. I think they are ugly fish but they make good soup.
Near Port Estrella there is a small island called Joe Island. Joe is of course pleased to have this island named as he is. Here is Joe in front of Joe Island.
Here is a view of Port Estrella as we were heading out again.